Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches by Reiya (197k) Explicit‘…Of all the rivalries in the world of sports over the years, perhaps none has become so legendary as that of Russian figure skater Viktor Nikiforov and his rival, Japanese Yuuri Katsuki…’A single event changes the course of Yuuri’s life, throwing him into a bitter rivalry with Viktor Nikiforov that spans across his entire skating career. But as the years go on, rivalry and hatred begin to develop into something very different and Yuuri doesn’t seem to be able to stay away, no matter how hard he tries.Hatred and love are two sides of the same coin and even though everything changes, some things are still meant to be.Comment: Absolutely legendary fic in the fandom, but be warned, its like wading through a sea of angst and feelings. So many feelings.

Masquerade by Ashida (54k) Explicit“Just say the word.” came the whisper as Victor stepped close, behind them Yuuri was aware of guns out and at the ready, of confused men and questioned loyalties, here Victor was offering, and Yuuri was too selfish to say no.“Ok.” Yuuri smiled as this game of masquerade came to an end, what would happen now, he didn’t know, he would probably die, his family would come after him and try to put a knife in his back or a bullet between his eyes, none of it mattered, because together they would fight, and the rest of the world would finally burn.

Excelsior by
powerandpathos (77k (WIP)) Explicit
Yuuri wanted the reporters to leave knowing
one thing: That he had found Viktor in a way that they had not; that Viktor was
his in the same way that he was not theirs: utterly, entirely, completely.
Yuuri has won the Grand Prix, which was
everything he thought he wanted. But for Yuuri, an end to skating could mean an
end with Viktor, and when two female skaters approach them with an offer that
could make them or break them, they are put to the test more than ever. Can
they rise higher than they already have?

There are days where you love life to the end of time.
Everything seemed to be a domino effect of pleasant things going your way;
planned itinerary finishing on time, unexpected good news, maybe even a raise
in your salary but that’s highly doubtful but a person can hope, no? It’s all
the possible good emotions bottled up into a day, the span of twenty-four hours
oozing with nothing but smiles and giggles. Those days are what you aim for the
most, or at least, try.

The boys reacting when their s/o is at their first con and someone deliberately ruins their first cosplay that they worked ridiculously hard on

OH NO! If someone did this to you, I shall bring the rain of all the cosplay gods down on them! Cosplay is already super expensive! I’d personally be pissed, than realize that I can always make it again, but I’d be pissed the entire time I was doing it. ୧(๑•̀ᗝ•́)૭

~~~~

You heard it, you heard it and already knew exactly what it was.

“Sorry,” That voice snickered behind you.

All your hard work, those all nighters ruined in just two seconds, by that jerk! It was your first actual large convention that wasn’t just meet ups or small get togethers. Now everything was freakin ruined!

Noctis

Noctis picked up on your distress almost immediately, “What’s wrong?”

You gave a frustrated groan, turning to show the damaged train to your skirts. It had taken you almost 3 weeks to get the tiers correct and you had wasted quite a bit of money on fabric again and again after messing up so many times. Yet now it was beyond fixable. “This is terrible.”

Noctis panicked as he saw the frustrated tears in your eyes, taking your hand as he quickly moved you across the convention center’s halls to a secluded corner, “It looks like it was only the bottom lacing, I think you still look awesome.”

You groaned, “You’re just saying that.”

Noctis shrugged, “Not really, it was like that back part so no one’s going to see it.”

You pouted softly, “I was suppose to get pictures in it, I should just cancel.”

Noctis nodded, “Yeah, if you don’t feel comfortable, we can fix it up, and then I’ll call Prompto, he’ll be better that whoever you hired anyway.”

You looked toward your boyfriend, a soft smile on your lips. You knew that other girl had purposely ripped your lacing, as she was also wearing the same cosplay, but you were the one getting stopped more frequently for hallway pictures since you had actually made yours rather than purchased it online.

“You sure I won’t be bothering him?” You asked, as Noctis grabbed the rip in your dress to avoid it splitting any further.

“Nah, he owes me for the Chocobo incident.”

~~~~~

Prompto

You felt tears prick in your eyes, as you heard the snap of your string in the arm of your prop, as the girl walked by, a smirk on her lips, You knew, that she knew exactly what she was doing.

“What a jerk.” Prompto scoffed, as he moved over assisting you with your now broken prop staff with once floating crystal. “Can we fix it?”

You shook your head, it had taken you weeks to build the base and about another week to figure out how to get the hovering effect without costing yourself an arm and a leg. Only for this jerk to go and ruin it in about 10 seconds.

Prompto moved around you, “Hey, how about this, we just use the staff and I can edit this in post.”

You looked up to the blonde, “I don’t know what that means.”

That freckled face gave you a smile, “Me either! But we’ll figure it out. Did you still want to enter it in the Masquerade?”

You sighed softly, “I wanted to.”

“Than I’ll stay up all night to help! Than when you win first place, we’ll get you ice cream, and if they judges are jerks, we’ll still get ice cream!”

You giggled softly, “Prompto you’re the best.”

~~~~~

Gladiolus

“…bitch.” You groaned, as you pulled your hand back from the left side of your cosplay finding chocolate, smeared chocolate within your pastel pink wig and your shorts. Turning angry eyes to the jerk who caused this, you were immediately greeted by the large chest of your boyfriend holding all your Dealers hall bags. “Gladdy.”

“No.” Gladiolus stated firmly.

You gasped, he was telling you no, the guy who was going to fight a tree for smacking him with one of the branches. “She did this on purpose.”

“I know.” Gladiolus sighed, as he leaned down to assist the damage to you and your cosplay. Whatever the girl was holding was sticky and chocolate so there was no use of trying to pull it out. “We can go back into the Dealer’s Hall and see if we can get a new wig.”

You scoffed, motioning toward the stain on the left half of your stomach and shorts, luckily she missed your white shirt, but your shorts were still unfortunately a paler blue so the stain was rather noticeable. “Cant replace this.”

Gladiolus scoffed, before a smirk appeared, “Battle damage.”

“Huh?”

“You’re a fighter right, pretend it’s battle damage.”

You blinked, you had heard a lot of cosplay famous people refer to mishaps and mess ups a battle damage before. Besides you knew that after this, you wouldn’t really be wearing this shorts ever again so might as well go all out. “That’s not a bad idea, I knew I’d keep you around for more than that hot body, big guy.”

You immediately lifted your arms, allowing Ignis to slip off your veil and overcoat, that had gotten stepped on and ripped by that girl in the Hallway, you knew it was deliberate as almost everyone else within the hall had managed to avoid you.

“Iggy, it’s fine, I can switch out of this into the casual version.”

“Nonsense, I’ve watched you work on this for months, we won’t allow you to just toss it away after wearing for about 45 minutes.” He started, digging around in a small hand bag, providing a thread and needle.

It was true, Ignis often sent you videos, or even walked you through your entire cosplay, how to make it fit just right and not sag around the hips. How to attach the veil without it slipping, he even was the one to help you squeeze into this morning. So watching him now hand sewing the huge rip within the veil just kind of made it even more special.

“I’m going to head downstairs real quick and get something to drink, did you want an Ebony?”

A/N: This just hit me and I had to get it down. Typed on my mobile so forgive typos! I’ll edit later.

Summary: Jefferson made the trip to visit Angelica at the Hamilton household, but not this one!!

(I pretty much thought it’d be cute if Jefferson played with/babysat lil Ange until her Auntie Angelica showed up. 💖😄 Enjoy the adorableness)!

PS: Apparently IRL Angelica Hamilton was 1 year younger than her brother, but if Lin can take creative licensing with history then so can I! I imagine Phil is at least 2-3 years older for this.

Posted: 4/17/17 @ 12:52 AM

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Jefferson stared at the little girl who was squinting her eyes skeptically at him. He swallowed nervously.

“Um.. heeey princess. Is your auntie home?”

Her eyes narrowed even more, if that was possible.

“Which one?”

Right.

“Ah, your eldest one? Auntie Angelica?” and at this, the girl pouted, looking down and using one hand to sway the ruffles on her light blue skirt while the other still held onto the doorknob.

“Um. She-she’s hanging laundry, but told me not ta bother her ‘cause last time I made the clean sheets fall ‘n get dirty and she gave me a talkin’ to…” she mumbled softly. Jefferson couldn’t help but to smirk at this, and suddenly she was glaring at him again. He frowned.

“What?”

“Hmmm. My auntie says your a meanie and a jerk.”

“Ah…well???” he didn’t know how to take–

“And so does my papa and big brother,” she added, folding her little arms. Jefferson closed his eyes and sighed. Nice to know where he stood with the family.

“And you? What do you think, lil’ one?” he asked. She hummed in comtemplation.

“I’m not sure. You’ve been nice to me so far buuuuuut, the jury’s still out on you,” she said, borrowing a phrase she’d heard a million times from her father. Jefferson blanched at this. For a 4 year old, she sure was perceptive. “And don’t call me little! I’m this many!” she said, holding up 4 fingers. He cleared his throat,

“Well princess, um, could you tell your Auntie I stopped by? I have to go and…” He turned to leave when she let out a squeak, lunged forward and grabbed the end of his velvet sleeve.

“W-wait! Pleeease stay and play with me! Reading books while waiting for Auntie Ange by myself is boring! Mama and papa went to take care of some business and took Philip, but-but said I was too young to go. And Auntie can take forever with laundry! Pleeeasse?!” she asked, giving him huge puppy dog eyes. He stiffened and grit his teeth, trying to remain immune to her charms, but it was to no avail. He sighed,

“Ah….a-alright. But only until your auntie’s done, okay?” he sighed, looking around to see if anyone was nearby who could use this against him later. The tiny girl giggled before pulling the Secretary of State inside, practically yanking his arm off.

—-

“Angelica?! Angie, sweetheart, where are you?! I’m all done. We can play now! Want to bake cookies? Or go to the park?!” The oldest Schuyler sister called. She was pacing the halls of her sister and brother-in-law’s home looking for her neice. She didn’t have to look long. She heard voices coming from the little girl’s room.

“No way! Your hair’s not magic!”

“It is! How else do you explain how poofy it is?!”

“But how?!”

“It’s special magic from France! See, I’ve traveled all over! Seen pink pandas in China, unicorns in France, and while I was there, they were nice enough to sprinkle pixie dust on my hair! That’s why it’s so poofy! And, they gave me this special tea. Think Mrs. Crumpet will like it?”

“Hmmmm, maybe. I dunno!”

“Well here. I’ll pour some for her and some for you…”

Angelica Scuyler held a hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter as she watched Jefferson play tea - party with her young neice and her dolls. He seemed almost in his element, like he was a natural. It intrigued her. The older woman leaned against the doorway with folded arms and continued to watch the pair.

Little Angelica Hamilton stuck out her tongue at tasting the pretend tea.

“It’s too sweet!” she said. Jefferson brought a hand to his chest in mock surprise and gasped.

“Are you sure?! They told me it’s only as sweet as the person drinking it. That’s what makes it magic!” he said with a wink. The tiny girl’s eyes grew wide and she took another sip of air.

“Ah! I-it’s perfect then!” she beamed, grinning so wide that he could see the gap from where she’d just lost her teeth. He heard someone clear their throat and glanced up to see the woman he’d come for entering the room. He smiled,

“Of course, I’m sure sweetness runs on the family,” he said. The older Angelica rolled her eyes as her neice tried to get her to try the new tea.

“And he’s not that much of an asshole, Auntie! He’s actually really nice!” she said of Jefferson. Both adults gasped, color draining from their faces as they looked at each other. Jefferson failed to bite back a hearty laugh and the woman before him flushed before clearing her throat,

“Ahem, that may be sweetheart but, don’t you dare use that language in front of your parents, okay? They’d be really mad if they heard you, and Auntie could get in big trouble,” she muttered. The smaller Angelica tilted her head in confusion and shrugged.

“Ok Auntie!” she said, making herself comfortable in the older woman’s lap. Jefferson leaned forward and whispered in the eldest Schuyler sister’s ear.

“Though to be honest, I bet I’m the sweetest asshole you ever met,” he said, his warm breath ghosting over her ear and sending chills down her neck. But she kept her composure and fixed him with a smirk.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Mr. Jefferson,” she said, but didn’t move her hand away when his came up to cover hers.

“Ello! It’s me, I’m back again with Jack who many of you request to see because look at that face!” I tease before reaching over and squeezing his cheeks.

“So today we are gonna have Jack here pick my outfit and makeup look for tonight. We are going to be going to dinner for his birthday and he seems to think it’d be funny to dress me up.” I laugh and he nods.

“I’m actually not gonna sabotage her. I wanna show everyone that I have a fashion sense.” He smiles and I shake my head.

“I’m scared. I’m a single female who needs to look good when she goes out. Please don’t make me ugly.”

“Guys of course she thinks I could make her ugly.” He grabs my face and kisses my cheek. “Aww as if I could make something ugly that’s already ugly.” He jokes and I slap him on his arm before frowning.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” He apologizes and I remain silent.

That’s Jack and I. We play around but for me it’s different. I wish he didn’t go so far, but he apparently means no harm. Sadly I like him a lot more than just friends so for me the little jokes and jabs are really hard.

“Guys I made her look good!” Jack shouts at my camera and I look in the mirror while cringing.

“Dude I look like your tinder dates.” I whine as I see the outfit. He put me in a skin tight skirt and tight top with heels.

“I don’t like this at all.” I admit but what makes it better is that he shrugs only to turn to my camera and smile even more.

“You’ll see more of what happens later on but im gonna do my hair and makeup and then get fucked up so I don’t have to remember that I’m dressed like this.” I explain before turning off all of my camera gear.

“Can you go so I can actually do my hair and makeup. I’ll see you at the party.”

I’m gonna regret this.

—

Oh boy did I not regret it when I was drunk, but in the morning I did.

The night started out okay and I was happy until I saw Jack with a girl on his arm. I realized that him and I weren’t going to be a thing when I saw him making out with that girl who was not me. After some liquid courage I also decided to get with someone and maybe I went further than Jack did because I woke up in someone’s bed who I never met before last night.

It got worse when I didn’t have my keys and had to actually knock on the door to my flat and face my friends and Jack himself.

“Oh this is really funny.” Josh laughs and I push past him.

“It is.” Conor adds and I walk into my safe space so I can try and avoid seeing Jack.

“You went home with that guy didn’t you?” I see him sitting there on the edge of my bed and I drop my heels down before letting my bag follow.

“What are you doing here?” I whisper and he holds up his camera.

“You did a Q and A one time on my camera cause yours was dead. I saw the footage. You admitted to liking me and then mentioned how you’d edit it out later and you did, but I never got over what you said. I wanted you at my party for my birthday because I love you, but you left with some random guy and I guess I didn’t expect it. You’re not the type to sleep with a random guy but you did and that’s why I’m here acting pathetic.” He stands up and goes to walk out but I immediately wrap my arms around his neck and stand on my tippy toes. My hands go up to his hair and I grip onto it while I bury my head in his shoulder.

“Don’t walk away.” I whisper. “I don’t want to lose you because I acted out of jealously.” I beg before pulling my face from his shoulder and looking him in the eyes.

“I love you too. I really do and I’m sorry, but please don’t walk away.”

“I won’t.” He nods before pulling my closer to him.

“Wow so are we gonna be watching this all the time now?” My door opens and I turn to see Josh and Conor smiling.

“Finally they get to together after what… two years of waiting?”

“Yeah and now you’re ruining the romance so go!” I shout like an angry toddler and Jack laughs. “Like really go we didn’t even kiss yet and you ruined the romance.” I add and Conor backs away slowly before shutting the door.

“You wanted to kiss?” Jack asks and I try to stop from blushing. “Cause so did I.” He slowly leans down to me and kisses my cheek.

“But you’re hungover and I still didn’t take you on a proper date, so I’ll kiss you then.”

“Jack you’re gonna pay for that.” I whine but he just smiles.

“I’ll be happy to, but for now I have a video to make so when you’re done being upset come and join me.”

Pulling the covers over your head to block out the sun, you groaned in annoyance. Finding a new comfortable position you began to fall asleep again until there was a loud banging on the door.

“Elsa get your ass up!” Tony yelled from the other side of the door.

You groaned again. “Go away it’s too early.”

“We’re coming in!”

Before you could react you felt the sudden weight of someone on top on you. Peeking out from your little hideaway you found Natasha with a Santa hat sitting on top of you. Smirking to herself she started to pull your blankets away.

“Nat no,” You whined.

“Nat yes,” She laughed as Clint decided to join in on the fun.

“It’s Christmas!” he screamed like a child. “Get up! Get up! Get up!”

“Fine, I will! But can you two get off of me?!” You yelled as they laughed.

Once they were off of you, you sat up and yawned. Stretching a bit, you yawned again before you shooting your friends a glare.

“She’s not happy,” Steve laughed leaning against the doorway.

“Damn straight I am not,” you mutter as you looked at the clock. “Come on guys, really? Six A.M?”

“Oh stop complaining. Christmas is your favorite holiday,” Tony added before dragging you out into the hall.

In the hallway, you were met with yawning teammates and giddy Pietro. Laughing at the sight in front of you, you grabbed the Santa hat off of Natasha’s head before putting it on your own.

Following everyone in the living room, you were met with the sight of an enormous pile of presents under the tree. As a gust of wind blew past everyone, you laughed when you saw happy Pietro sitting by the tree with Wanda next to him.

“So I guess presents first then,” Bruce yawned before taking a seat.

Once everyone was near the tree, you started grabbing your presents that you got from them and gave them out. Sitting next to Clint, you adjusted your Santa hat before waiting for your friends to open their gifts.

“Open mine first I can’t wait,” You said as they began to tear into the wrapping paper.

Everyone’s faces made you laughed as they inspected their gifts. For Tony, you got him a special edition Iron Man action figure and for Rhodey you got him the same thing but only it was War Machine. You gave Clint a shirt saying Birdman #1 while Sam got a matching shirt saying Birdman #2.

You watched Thor let out a happy cry as he pulled out his one of his many boxes of Pop-Tarts in pure joy.

“Lady (Y/N) you know me so well!” Thor said as you laughed again.

For Bruce you got him a lab kit meant for kids and surprisingly he actually got super excited when he started looking through everything.

You then turned to see Pietro who was laughing at his Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog DVD Box Set as Wanda squeal in delight holding up her new red jacket along with her Hocus Pocus DVD. T’Challa already had the jeweled cat ears you given him on and Scott also had on the Ants are a man’s best friend shirt you made him.

For Steve and Bucky, you got them 40s records along with matching American flag pants that they had to wear for 4th of July. Vision was happy with the number of cookbooks you gave him and promised to learn how to make each dish.

As for Natasha, you got her spider onesie that looked like an actual black widow. It even had eight arms and everything which made her laugh. As everyone thanked you for their gifts, you moved on to opening the other gifts sitting under the tree.

When everyone was finished with opening presents mountains of wrapping surrounded the tree. Being too lazy to clean up the paper you followed your friends into the kitchen for breakfast. Yawning once more, you ignored Clint’s protests and drank his coffee.

Surprisingly Tony was able to not burn anything but the bacon. In his defense (something you don’t do often) you knew some people like bacon crispy. Breakfast was eventful as usual but you enjoyed the atmosphere. You however secretly wished Peter could have made it but with his secret identity thing he had a hard time just freely coming over.

Pushing those feelings aside, you helped clean the huge mess everyone left behind and began to help prepare for Christmas dinner. Unlike Christmas Eve, Christmas day was more of an intimate kind of party. Only family members and close friends were invited to dinner and even though it seemed like a small group it was actually a big crowd.

Since there were more than ten people making up the Avengers everyone either had family members coming or in most cases some really close friends you made over the years. Which also included Fury but he always dropped in at the last minute unannounced.

Once a good chunk of the prepping was done, you slipped away to get ready for tonight’s dinner. Deciding to be festive you put on a red knitted sweater with a black skirt and a pair of lace tights. To finish the outfit you put on a pair of your many black combat boots and fixed your hair. After fixing your hair and putting on a bit of makeup you returned to the living room to find a wonderful aroma of the different types of food.

“Oh good you’re back I need help with the cookies,” Wanda said summoning you over to her. “I would ask Pietro but he keeps eating the batter.”

“I’m happy to help,” You said.

“Clint stop stealing the food! You can wait like everyone else!” Natasha yelled as Clint ran away with a small plate of food.

“Scott I got a plate! Run man run!” He yelled.

“Why am I not surprised,” You laughed before returning to the cookie recipe.

By the time the cookies and the rest of dinner were done, guests started to arrive. Soon it was time to eat and Peter was nowhere to be found. Sighing to yourself you sat down at the table next to an empty chair meant for Peter.

After dinner, you mingled with some of the guests until you heard a familiar ding coming from the elevators. Turning your attention to the doors, you saw Peter standing there with his Aunt May.

“Hey Pete, Merry Christmas!” You said running over to him to give him a hug. “And May you look lovely as ever.”

“Oh, why thank you (Y/N) now where’s Mr. Stark? I want to thank him for inviting us,” She said.

“He’s by the bar,” You answered.

“I’ll leave you, two kids, alone then. Use those moves I told you about Peter,” May winked as Peter’s face became red.

“Moves?” You laughed.

“I-It’s nothing. S-She’s just playing around,” He said flustered.

“Ok then. Peter, I have a gift for you!” You said dragging him over to the tree. “I know you said not to get you anything but I couldn’t resist when I saw this.”

“Oh, then I guess I’ll give you your present now.”

Opening your presents at the same time, you squealed in delight when you saw (insert present of choice here). Smiling you watched Peter laugh at his Spiderman plush toy before he gave you a hug. Feeling yourself start to blush you saw Sam send you a wink as Bucky gave you a thumbs up.

Before you could do anything else, Steve announced that it was time for dessert. Just as everyone was about to sit down, Tony spoke up.

“So we’re out of red wine but I ordered some so can someone got pick in up from the lobby. I would do it but I honestly don’t feel like it.”

“I’ll get it,” You answered.

“Oh (Y/N) why don’t you take Pete with you? Maybe while you’re grabbing the wine you’ll admit to him you have feelings for him.”

“Wait what?” Peter asked.

“Nothing! Let’s go and grab the wine. Tony just a bit drunk,” You said dragging Peter away as Natasha hit Tony on the head.

In the elevator, you pressed the button to the lobby and awkwardly waited for the doors to open. Trying not to make eye contact with Peter, you tried to figure out how you were going to get yourself out of this.

“So you like me?” He asked breaking the silence.

“Well Peter,” You began to say as the elevator doors open, “Let’s get that wine we don’t want everyone waiting for us.”

“(Y/N) you’re not answering my question.”

“There’s the wine! Come on let’s go back upstairs,” You said grabbing the wine and walking back into the elevator

Just before you could press the button to take you back up, Peter grabbed your hand. In surprise you froze the bottle of wine as the air around you got colder. Biting your lip nervously, you looked at your feet not wanting to look at Peter.

“(Y/N) answer me,” He pleaded while taking the now frozen bottle of wine out of your hand.

“I-I well yes. Yes, I like you can we drop it now,” You sighed. “I know you probably don’t feel the same way about me.”

“(Y/N).”

“And I just ruined our friendship.”

“(Y/N).”

“Let’s just go back upstairs,” You said hitting the button.

“(Y/N),” Peter said shaking your shoulders

“What?”

“I like you too,” He answered.

“Y-You do?” You asked in disbelief.

“Yes, I just didn’t know how to tell you and,” Peter said before looking up at the ceiling on the elevator. “Huh, mistletoe.”

“Yeah, Pietro put it everywhere what does that have to do with this conversation?” You asked. “Oh, we’re standing under it.”

“It’s well a tradition to you know-”

“Kiss me,” You blurted out before you could even think.

“K-Kiss you?”

“Oh sorry, I guess I jumped the gun there I didn’t mean to-”

Then out of nowhere, Peter’s lips crashed on yours as you nearly lost your balance. Kissing him back, you smiled into the kiss before running your hands through his hair. You couldn’t lie you wanted to do this for a long time.

You two were so caught up in the kiss, you didn’t realize that the doors to the elevator opened and everyone was watching your little makeout session until you heard a camera flash.

Breaking the kiss, you looked at all of the guests smiling at the two of you. Feeling your face blush for the hundredth time tonight you laughed sheepishly. Natasha was giving you a thumbs up as Clint still had his camera out smiling.

“You’re welcome by the way,” Tony smirked.

“I-I,” You tried to say.

“I guess miracles actually do happen on Christmas. I thought these two would never get together,” Bruce said.

“Kids they grow up so fast,” May added.

“Heh, well I mean I enjoy the kiss,” Peter whispered to you. “And I wouldn’t mind doing it again.”

Biting your lip, you sent him and wink and walked out of the elevator taking the wine from him. Handing a confuse Tony the frozen wine, you sat back down in your seat next to Peter.

“Best Christmas ever,” You thought as Peter grabbed your hand.

Unable to stop smiling Steve nudged your shoulder as everyone began dessert. You, however, didn’t let go you Peter’s hand the rest of the party and you sure as hell won’t be letting him go for a long time.

A/N: Thanks for the positive feedback from Part 1! I loved the reblogged notes. tags, and especially that great wedding registry story from @katamount! Many hugs to @papofglencoe for editing and reminding me that details do matter, damn it!

A week passes and Katniss has become creative in finding ways to avoid her handsome, blue-eyed neighbor. As much as she would like to get to know him, the awkwardness of the situation is too much for her to bear. So she’s hidden in the elevator, popped in on Madge unannounced, tied her shoes behind the bushes outside, and even shadowed a dog walker. She realizes her avoidance of Peeta Mellark is becoming a challenge, and in an effort to rectify the matter, Katniss takes another bus trip to the Capitol department store.

She spots Effie Trinket in the same place she met her before. Katniss approaches cautiously, clearing her throat when she steps in front of the large mahogany desk. Effie looks up to her and beams. She glances at her computer, punching a few buttons.

As in Part 1, you can sub another house in for Ravenclaw if you wish, but I felt that Ravenclaw best fit this storyline. If you see any errors that I may have missed in the hour and a half I spent editing this, please do not hesitate to let me know so I can fix them. I’m only human after all.

After being assigned detention in a Snape’s potions class, the muggle born reader must serve it with Malfoy, the same person who earned it for the both of them. Emotions continue to bubble as the two students skirt around what they feel, though tensions eventually come to a boil. After all, with eyes the color of smoky mirrors, who wouldn’t fall for Draco Malfoy despite their friends’ qualms? By the end of the night there is no denying that something is brewing.

[Y/n] - your name
Y/L/N - your last name
~~~ - used to indicate the passage of time

Warnings: Other than two extremely mild curse words and the tiniest bit of suggestiveness, none :)

***If you haven’t read Part 1, please do so. This is not a shameless self-promo, it’s just a notice that some of the story may not make sense if you haven’t done so.***

Word Count: 4,158
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The aged bark of the willow tree is at my back, as breeze off the black lake ruffles the pages of my DADA book. It has been a long day, so I decided to get some fresh air and a study session in before dinner. Draco was absent in potions today, but Snape made it clear that our detentions would still be served.

For the entirety of this day I’ve been dreading tonight, however the note tucked away in my potions notebook has created a vague sense of anticipation in my chest.

This story came from 2 different things:1) my inability to use rational thoughts when it’s
five am (like the thought that I’m a horrible writer)2) my headcanon that Merida paces when she’s
nervous/thinking/anxious/angry/all the time basically

Unbeta’d so all mistakes are mine. I also didn’t
try to use proper dialect because it hurt my brain. Maybe I’ll edit it later to
be better. Just read it with an accent in your mind. That’s what I did!

Pacing. Pacing is the name of the current game she’s
playing. Back and forth and back and forth, across the width of the room. One,
two, three…all the way to eighteen paces, pause, turn, repeat.

This has been her activity of choice for the
better part of the last hour, burning a trail across her bed chambers. Maybe if
she continues she’ll burn down the bloody castle and be free of this cursed crown.
She takes a breath and pauses in her repetitive motion. If she keeps
this up she’s going to wear a hole in the bearskin rug that lays in front of
the fireplace, which would make her infinitely more cross than she already is.
So she flings herself onto the bed behind her, and takes up counting the little
cracks in the ceiling.

This continues for another ten minutes or so,
until Merida can finally breath again without wanting to screech in frustration
and loose arrows into the nearest (likely undeserving) person she comes across.
Because really the only people deserving of such treatment were those bloody
fool council members. Advisers her arse, they were just a thorn in
her side. They could spew all the nonsense they wanted, claiming
they were “bein helpful” or “looking out for the good of their
queen.” But the constant nagging to marry - find a consort, produce an
heir - was wearing on her nerves.

It was finally October in Fiore. The leaves melted into brown and orange hues and the temperature fell, turning the light summer winds into a cold harsh wind and causing the citizens to cozy up. But most importantly, preparations began for-

“Halloween! Muwahaha!” Natsu yelled, as he jumped in front of Lucy and Levy. His arms were spread out, showing off his new black and red cape and vampire fangs.

“What’s so special about Halloween?” Lucy questioned. Levy snickered beside her. Lucy was not going to like where this was heading.

Natsu’s arms lowered. “Whats so special- LUCY It’s Halloween, the best time of the year!”

“Why, because of the free candy?” Lucy mocked.

“I ain’t gonna lie, that’s part of it, but no. It means the annual scare off is on!” He cheered raising his arms once more.